Sparkling white
Wandering off into a fading world
Looking through

I feel that I have been here
A mix made of pieces
From not far away memories

That is how it has always been my pocket
Even still it has a hole
I just seek uncertain things
every shining moment and not eternity

Light from the window
Waving in the breeze
Music from rain
Avenue of cherry blossoms
Windmills on the cape
Sunset at the sea
City lights, starry sky, and aurora

Memories and the wind's scent blur with tears
If only I could have grabbed it